Author R.A. Bridges, Corrie's Mom
I was blessed with a daughter on a day in December when it looked gray and had rained. The nurse wanted to take my baby from my arms and put her in a crib. I cried waking my husband on the couch as I said how "I want to go home." He said we would… Continue reading The Corrie Poem So I Write
In life, it's easy for us to think we have more time. Think about being sixteen, seventeen or eighteen, and you think: "That can't happen to me." It doesn't matter what that is. I close the door to Corrie's room every night because we used to keep it open, but I open it during the… Continue reading What is Our Treasure’s Chest? Excerpt from a Corrie Poem
I lost the kitten that went with the mitten. I don’t know where to find her. She played in the sun. When she was done, she came to wash the dishes as she followed my wishes to help me with the dinner. She said, “I’m the winner,” to her Papa, who ate the chips and… Continue reading Lost the Kitten: A Corrie Poem by her Mom
Writing should always have a purpose. When we're thirteen, it may only be to get those feelings out on paper with our limited knowledge of the world. Then, in some cases, thirteen-year-olds know more than my preteen self. I am so thankful to those who've reached out in person, on Facebook, and from the Twitter… Continue reading A Poem for Corrie
You know there's rumors going 'round about Eddie. Some say he left his now adult daughters and never returned. Others say he planned to pick them up, but went skiing instead. Didn't you hear the rumors going 'round about Eddie? They, maybe a daughter or two, say he left them on the front porch, and… Continue reading Rumors about Eddie
My daughter wants to pimp out my Mac and cheese. It’s creamy with the heavy cream and it’s three cheese. She says I can visit my students house to house, and give out my Mac and cheese. I’m a louse for not going house to house like the teachers you see on TV. I don’t… Continue reading Pimping Out My Mac and Cheese
I'm fine with writing though because it doesn't lie to your face or just disappear.
Enter a competition. I encourage you to do it. It's been a hot minute since I did a contest. Although I've left my four blogs untouched for the last two weeks due to renovation and, you know, an active life; I've been more active writing this summer than in previous years. I allowed my career to run… Continue reading Meet Your Writing Goal: Enter a Competition
Poetry's dead, man. No one wants to read it. Chill. I'm kidding. I don't know. Some people may argue poetry, like rock-n-roll, is dead; on it's way to a recycle or scrap yard like newspapers. As an poet alone, the truth remains--unless by some magical knowledge you know of and I don't--that books of poetry rarely sale. … Continue reading Craft a Smaller Collection from your Longer Chapbook
I reach for your hand to walk along the beach. White sand between toes can be twenty instead of ten I reach for your hand, but you turn away to look at orange streaks of sky. Small fires reflect in your eyes. Sometimes I see the mountain shades of the blue of Blueridge September skies… Continue reading Walk Along the Beach, a poem
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Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
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Motivate | Inspire | Uplift
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Inspired Educators. Inspire Educators.
Drift among the scribbles of writer Janet Gogerty
Sharing my own experiences to help others
From A Garden To A City, And Beyond - The Prophetic Journey. Isaiah 65:17.
As a stay at home mom, yoga has helped me compose myself in ways I never expected. I am on a weight loss journey while I attempt to parent my child the best way I know how. Join me on my path and hopefully, it'll inspire you, as well!
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